I’m not sure if it’s because I just got back from a run myself, or the rain-heavy skies here in Indy today, or you know, maybe it’s just a good poem regardless of place or time, but this poem by Christy Crutchfield at H_NGM_N really got to something in me.
Today Everything is a Lake
The plan is to run until I can’t feel the weather, to be unconcerned
with these advancing puddles.I want the sun to make everything endless, even if I learned to run in the cold.
The plan is to rununtil you turn around and find me knee-deep in the water.
I’ll be the one sobbingmaking noises I’ll never admit to. There will be ice in my shoes.
(Pardon the funky line-wrapping, Christy.)
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Hey, thanks!
Hey, thank you!